poetry by j matthew waters

the unanointed one

the people sentenced him to death
and the supreme judge
possessing the power bestowed upon him
allowed it to be so

how cowardly can one ordinary man be
washing his hands without
looking in the mirror
swayed by the maddening swirling of the mob

truth does not prevail in his proclamations
delivered from on high
promising blind injustice to the many
and deliverance to the few

january two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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